Novel & Cerita 100 Erotic Short Stories For Women

“Tell me.” “I’m touching my pussy.” “Good, baby girl. Push two fingers inside. I want to hear how wet you are.” I did as I was told. My folds were slick, hot, and wet. The noises my wet pussy made seemed to drown out any of the rain that beat against my window. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this aroused. It seemed like ages ago. I pressed two fingers, then three, inside myself, using my thumb to circle my clit. I was so close to coming, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to hold on to this feeling for a while. Who knew when I would feel it again.

said Eva as she dropped her head back and justted her chest forward. Both men felt their cocks grow in their pants. The women looked so erotic that they seemed right out of a high budget lesdon porn movie. Eva with her well toned and feminine body sucking on Aura’s majestic chest was the single most arousing thing they had both seen. The women looked magnificent. The physical perfection of their bodies, their attire and the roles they had taken and the absolute shamelessness of the moment, all worked together to create an environment in which their eager cocks grew.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

“But I think we need to slow down a little and try something new together. Something I’ve been wanting to do with you.” She reached for the remote and turned on the large TV in their bedroom. She opened a hidden folder and selected a video. The screen lit up with two gorgeous women locked in an intense scissoring position — their pussies pressed tightly together, sliding and grinding in slow, wet circles. Their moans were loud, breathy, and real. One woman was on top, rolling her hips in perfect figure-eights while the other arched her back and gripped her thighs, their swollen clits rubbing visibly with every slippery movement.

She began to eat out the woman's pussy, sucking and licking. Loretta moved forward and began to play with her friend's breasts. Clara opened her eyes and smiled when she saw Loretta. Loretta smiled back. Abigail began to finger herself as she watched her friends. Renee moved closer to her and replaced Abigail's fingers with hers while kissing her friend passionately. Clara began to pant as she rode Yasmine's face. “This whore does it so good. Yes, eat my pussy, bitch. Eat. It.” Yasmine continued as commanded, eating it Clara's pussy while Narissa continued using the dildo on her. Then she stopped using the dildo and brought out her tongue.

“A young woman like you — twenty-five, beautiful, full of life — shouldn’t have to go to bed unsatisfied every night.” My breath caught. The words were direct, but spoken so calmly they sent heat rushing between my legs. I pressed my thighs together, suddenly very aware of how thin my shorts were. “I… I don’t know what you mean,” I whispered. He set the glass down and leaned forward slightly. “I mean a woman like you deserves to be touched properly. To be kissed slowly. To be fucked until she can’t walk straight the next morning.” His voice dropped lower. “Not left aching and frustrated because her husband is too tired.”

My fingers found the lips of her pussy and I pushed one digit through her warm entrance. Her inner walls gripped my finger as I slowly drove it deeper into her tunnel. I could hear her breathing getting heavier. "Oh fuck," she groaned. She unclasped the bra and let it fall to the floor, revealing her age-defying tits and supple, pink nipples. I buried my face into them as my finger buried itself deeper inside of her. She was so tight; her muscles gripping my digit tightly. As I withdrew, her juices coated my fingertip.

She pinched my hard nipple, rolling it between her fingers, and I arched into her with a whimper. “Fuck, Emma,” she breathed against my lips. “You’re so responsive. So wet already, aren’t you?” I was. My tiny shorts were soaked, the crotch clinging to my shaved, puffy pussy lips. I nodded, kissing her harder, our tongues tangling sloppily. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jake stand up. He shoved his shorts down, and his thick, veiny cock sprang free—long, heavy, the head already glistening with precum. He wrapped his big hand around it and started stroking slowly, watching us with dark, burning eyes.